A writing article you might want to read http://ryanlanz.com/2015/08/06/5-ways-to-know-that-youre-really-a-writer/ Go read this then return to my blog, just so you have some context. If you like that sort of thing. I wish I could say I plan to get up at ungodly hours of the morning to write, but it's quiet-ish and my brain is…
So, I'm trying to remain calm instead of the primal being I have become... This is your last chance to stop reading before I launch off on a tangent about my feminine issues. Remember you have been warned. ..while I am having hormone adjustments (the life force is draining out of me as we speak)…
I received the call I was waiting for from the Neurology Department. It should have been what I expected. She said, the hospital has had "problems in the past" placing the leads in specific places on a patient with dreadlocks therefore I was asked to completely untwist my entire head of hair to be measured…
"Patients with dreadlocks can't have EEG's" said central scheduling. WTF Try again without seeing my head. I just took pictures of the top of my head and sent it via text to the poor neurology dept. secretary who got a not too friendly transferred call from me. "I'm not shaving my head for an EEG."…
This is the letter I will be emailing to the Hospital Inpatient Behavioral Health Satisfaction Survey. I am going to go through and remove the Doctor's names, so that you get a sense of the experience without having the real names of anyone involved. Me and my damn ethics. The names also do not correspond…
I cried on my laptop. I promised myself I would not soak another electronic device. It is just a matter of time before I cause the sizzle, zap, poof of death to another piece of technology. How many tears does it take to fry a mother board. Does the CPU have a tear shield for…
Friday night. I spoke to the parents that had my child and they were to drive him to my house at 11pm. I did not call my ex, because I have received a dictate to NEVER call the house after 9pm. I got a call at 1am from the parent that had my child. They…
For the sake of anonymity: I call my youngest son, "my child" Boy #2 gets called, "the tall one" Boy #1 gets called, "the eldest" My child never made it to my house for his weekend visit, last night. The tall one arrived, as scheduled, by boy leg power at my job. A hug, the…
my response to http://kittomalley.com/2015/02/20/compassion-childhood-trauma-of-parental-mental-illness-1000speak/ metalflowermaker February 26, 2015 / 3:58 am Thank you for this discussion. In advance: I’m sorry this is so long. I had an exchange recently (screaming argument) with my ex who decided to blame my genes for the behavior of our eldest child. I realized that as far away from that…
*Featured Image Above: Swept out into the current Adult Content Warning! Where do I start? You realize that I prefer my hermit ways because the stimuli can be soo overwhelming, right? Some types of input cause uncontrolled sobbing. TV is bad, the Olympics are worse, X-Factor or American Idol win the award most recently for…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 